A fairly ordinary girl with an extraordinary love of life and words. I really can’t shut my brain off to what is wonderful and wonderous all around me. Friendly (most of the time), except at four in the morning when I wake up (and even then I’m generally affable), intensely curious, and trying to find a home for my YA novel. Any questions or just want to say ‘hi’ go ahead and drop me a note at heatherzundel [at] gmail [dot] com. I’d love hearing from you.

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Current Theme Song (aka what's playing on my ipod right now): Sweet Disposition by The Temper Trap.

This is another one of those moments where I spoke too soon. When I let you have free reign, you don't hesitate, do you? Though two of you sadistic people chose to let me try and read my entire TBR pile in 24 hours (you're sick. I want names and social security numbers) the clear-cut winner was of course... the YouTube video.

When will I ever learn?

*shakes my head while diving for consolatory chocolates*

So, now that you've decided, what do you want me to do?

*cringe*

Here are some ideas, so you hopefully don't get any worse ones in your heads:

Doing something absurd with words, or storytelling, like saying a poem while standing upside downSinging something in Pig Latin (did I really just suggest that?!)Draw a book cover with sidewalk chalkRun through the sprinkles in the snow if it snows again (and there's a decent chance of that).

Now, the only stipulations to this are:

-Nothing derogatory, crude, or mean, or anything that can get me arrested.-No swearing (it's just not me)Um...*-It can't be anything longer than what I can edit down to a five minute video.

Oh my gosh, what have I done? I've unleashed a monster.

*starts hyperventilating*

It's okay, it's okay. Breathe. Breathe. BREATHE, stupid!

*passes out*

*shakes myself*

That's okay. I'm WRITERGIRL, dangit! I can take anything you dish out. I hope.

Do you worst.

(I'm kidding on that last part, by the way).

Place comments in here by Monday!

*if there is something radical that I haven't thought of, I can not use it at my discretion. Like dancing with zombie chickens.